I’ll choose to be grateful that once upon a time, you chose me over them.
I got a lot of things from what we had, good and bad.
Admitting you’re not okay gets you to open yourself to all other ways to actually make yourself better.
Speak up, woman.
Let them put you down, then thank them later.
What else am I capable of?
I’m a bitch because I’m done being controlled like a little marionette waiting for my puppeteer to grab my strings and start a good show.
Everything is so damn possible, and you don’t need any approval from anyone to get there.
Allow me to be weak because it still stings. Allow me to embrace the weakness.
I hope you know that the small things also matter – that these small details are simple messages that at the end of the day you are fine – and you will always be.